Putting on a Show - Sex Stories

Putting on a Show

... little pinkie-tip shaped nipples at attention through the fabric. Her stomach was extended, more of an outie than an innie, but you really couldn't call her fat. Large, lived in, maybe. His eyes drifted down to her underwear. He marveled at the strong thighs sticking out the leg holes, flabby and white as she lay there but strong when she needed them. He also saw that the underwear were a few sized too big for her. He could make out her bush and the hint of her lips up the leg hole on one side. His cock immediately stood up at the sight.

Jesus. Was he really having dirty thoughts about his own sister? The one he was about to hop into a tiny box with? Reflexively, he scratched his fingernails across his nipples. A habit from watching porn. The stimulation to his own chest buttons became intense when he was sexually stimulated in general.

His eyes flicked guiltily back up to his sister's face. Her eyes were open, and she had a curious smile on her face. Pete gulped and tried to think of something to say by way of apology. She sat up and pulled the robe shut, tying it this time.

"Come on, sleepy head. Time to get into first positions."

She stood up.

"You can keep your robe tied until we get to the wings." She said with a devilish wink and disappeared out the door. Pete followed, embarrassed and confused.

He found her standing in the wings, just as she let the robe slide off her shoulders and into the hands of a waiting stagehand. His eyes fell to her amazing ...

... backside again. Then she turned to him and he caught sight of her crotch before he reflexively flicked his eyes northward. Unless he was very much mistaken, her crotch had shown a distinct wet patch.

Then, his own robe was being removed, and the pair were being ushered to the boxes on stage.

This time, he was immediately aware of the closeness of his sister. Rather than sit side by side, the box had been turned ninety degrees so they now sat one in front of the other. Beth had gotten in first and Pete squeezed in behind her.

"Just imagine it's a bobsled." One of the stagehands laughed at his discomfort.

Squeezing into the box, he discovered, that in order to fit properly, and be facing the audience, the stagehand's advice made sense. He had to put his knees bent either side of his sister's thighs and push up against her back, like they were about to go down a waterslide together. His chest was pressed against her back. The last time they'd done something like that, they were kids, and not getting a hard on had been the last thing on his mind. Now, it was paramount.

From the wings, he heard a whispered countdown, then the curtain swished open, and the lights came on, shining in his face. Thankfully, they blocked the audience from sight. Now, he just had to concentrate on not freaking out his sister.

This was easier said than done. Beth's speaking role was mostly up front. Almost immediately, she began to perform her lines and he heard other people in other ...